just one
more before i go.
i'd like sit here and talk
all morning with
the yellow sun
a puddle of light
in the window,
but the longer
we talk
the more i'm falling
in love with you.
i want to reach across
the table
and hold your slender
hand.
i want
more than this, this cup
of coffee
i'm holding.
the steam rising in my
eyes.
i think you understand.
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